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Hi Everyone and thank you, Scott, for posting this here. I completely
forgot to post this to google groups, but in the future, if you wouldnt
mind just emailing me first to let me know that you will post it, lol.
That way I can invite people to the yahoo group as well. Which brings
me to:
Please join my femdom fiction group on Yahoo for all the rest of my
stories (I think Underglass is also not posted here on ASSM/Google
Groups so I will add that later today, or maybe as a teaser! lol).
Here is the link:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/femdomfixion/
and please, if you like, add some of your favorite stories that you
have written or even link to a few stories you like on the net. We are
just trying to build a group where fans of female domination can come
and enjoy the writings of others and share their own thoughts.
Thanks again, and hope to see you guys there,
David
usethisloser@yahoo.com
scottehlers@gmail.com wrote:
> NATALIE
> by usethisloser@yahoo.com
>
> She is devastatingly beautiful. It's hard for me to describe her
> without immediately getting stuck on the image of her in my head,
> becoming lost in her beauty, aroused, intoxicated, and completely
> overwhelmed. Her body makes me weak, but it's her smile that breaks
> all of my resistance. It's such a sweet smile, with her bright eyes
> sparkling and her lip gloss shimmering. If you saw her, you wouldn't
> be able to look away, not the first time. Your whole being would cry
> out and your mind would shut down. Trust me, I have seen it with other
> men. It is as if she is a super weapon, from the future, a beautiful
> terminatrix. She is 5'8 or 5'9 and in heels she's close to 6'
> tall. Her legs are like porcelain towers, with perfect French
> manicured toes. Her hips are those of a real woman, and her ass fills
> out jeans, makes skirts dance, and mocks all the boys when its wearing
> only a thong. Like she is now. Sunning in the courtyard, laying on
> her stomach, reading a magazine without a care in the world. Sipping
> on a drink, the straw touching her glossy lips, while flipping
> aimlessly through Vogue.
>
> Thank God for summer. She has been doing this everyday for at least
> the last 2 weeks, that is to say, I have been watching her from my
> apartment for the last two weeks. My apartment is directly above the
> courtyard, and like a kid first discovering the beauty of a woman for
> the first time, I am in heart-racing bliss. How could she be so
> perfect? She is my neighbor, a college girl I think, living in the
> apartment complex. How could I be so lucky?
>
> Her top is off, as she rests her body on her elbows, her back soaking
> in the sun, reading some magazine, maybe its Cosmo or Vogue, I can't
> tell. God she is stunning. Oh how I wished I was down in the
> courtyard, laying out, stealing glances at her cleavage. It is beyond
> impressive. She has to be a D or possibly a double D. And despite her
> gravity defying chest, she has a waist that would make a corset
> whimper. It's hard to imagine she exists in real life, because she
> is every man's dream. Honey colored hair, straight and long, pours
> out from her head and down over her shoulder on one side. I can see a
> little pool of either sweat or oil forming on her lower back. Her
> waist is so tiny, it forms a valley between her unstoppable hips and
> her arched back. I dream of being over her, licking the sweat off of
> her body while she ignores me and continues to read or talk on the
> phone with her girlfriends.
>
> But I am not down in the courtyard. I am up in my apartment, like a
> peeping tom, like a pervert, peering over the window sill, watching
> her, hoping she won't see me but also hoping she will roll over on
> her back so I can finish off while staring at her face and her chest.
> I know she won't sunbathe topless, but the bikinis she wears are so
> small, it's a moot point. I am touching myself, I can't help it.
> Sometimes I do it three or four times in one tanning session. I am
> helpless. I have no self-control when it comes to her. I would do
> anything, no matter how humiliating or self-destructive to garner just
> a smile, just anything to be acknowledged by her, to be apart of her
> world. But to her I don't even exist. I am invisible, which for the
> current situation, is just perfect. If only I could get her to notice
> me, even if it meant nothing but a contemptuous sneer or haughty laugh
> in return.
>
> Now she is on the phone, laughing and smiling, not a care in the world,
> her legs flailing up and down with glee. Oh I would do anything to be
> the object of her attention, even if it was all ill placed.
>
> .........................................
>
> "Yes, he's watching you again! I can see him staring down at you,
> oh he's shameless." Her roommate observed from across the
> courtyard in her apartment.
>
> "Is he enjoying himself?" Natalie asked, already knowing what she
> would say, loving the power she had over weak-willed men.
>
> "Oh you know it", the roomie confirmed, "I swear I think he is
> using both hands. I bet his wall is a stained, filthy, disgusting
> mess. So gross! I can't even think about it!"
>
> They both laughed, Natalie had to remember that her top was off, she
> almost rolled off her lawn chair she was laughing so hard.
>
> "Oh God Natalie, you have to see this video when you get back, he's
> such a disgusting masturbator. oh Jesus, he's jerking himself harder
> now since you have started laughing. Oh my God, I think he just came,
> you should see his sick, twisted face, I think I am going to have
> nightmares! He's gone from the window, I don't think he will be
> back."
>
> "I give him 5 minutes and he will.. For a loser, he does have
> remarkable staying power," Natalie grinned inwardly.
>
> "What so good about that?" her roommate asked, "A geek like that
> should be neutered to prevent his genes from infecting the human
> race!" Natalie's roommate crinkled her nose in disgust, just
> thinking about his offspring made her sick to her stomach.
>
> "You are missing the bigger picture, silly. His constant hard-on
> draws him to me... wraps him around my finger. Usually these
> weak-kneed jerky boys pull their moneysticks until they shoot and then
> feel ashamed and run away and hide. I don't get much more than
> amusement out of them, but this one... Well, lets just say his
> resilience is going to be his ultimate down fall!" Natalie was now
> wet between her legs, just thinking about the plans she had for this
> new pervert under her spell. She could almost feel him wrapped around
> her finger already. She knew she had some work to do, but the
> groundwork was being laid and soon, well, sooner than later, he would
> be in way over his head.
>
> Natalie loved her roommate, Mai, she was as beautiful but not as
> adventurous as herself. But she really loved her designer name brands
> and had turned Natalie on to loads of expensive fashion accessories.
> Purses, handbags, shoes, sunglasses, the list for a girl with means was
> endless, or in this case, a girl with the right assets. The two girls
> were like long lost sisters. They had one thing in common besides
> their love of fashion, they both loved to crush the egos of men,
> especially those of inferior, scrawny, pathetic "men." The type of
> guy who would, inevitably, succumb to the girls desires to humiliate
> and degrade them, giving in to the girls in the hopes that it would
> lead them into their beds. Ha, that would never happen! Each tug by
> the girls on the invisible penis-leash would be a tug towards the cage,
> a tug towards their own emasculation, a pull that, while pleasurable at
> the time, would lead to their doom. The further the men would go, the
> more the girls would laugh and want to humiliate them even more!
> Talking with Mai, Natalie recalled the boy they had met at lunch one
> day in the school cafeteria. God, to think that they eventually had
> him naked in their room, Natalie sitting on his lap while shopping
> online with his creditcard. When Mai had brought out the enema
> equipment (she's a pre-med major), the look on his face was
> priceless. But it was seeing him stick his head in the expelled GALLON
> of filth and blow bubbles while jerking himself with brazen oblivion
> that the girls knew they could get any man to do whatever they wanted.
> It was that feeling of ultimate power.
>
> "Omg Natalie you are right, he's back again, and I think he's
> literally drooling! Ugh I can't watch anymore." Her dark almond
> eyes squinted at the pervert across the courtyard. She flipped her
> straight black hair from her face and began to stretch. As the only
> Asian cheerleader on the squad, she always felt she had to be better
> than everyone else. Her firm, toned body turned the heads of both men
> and women.
>
> "Oh ok, but do me a favor, just check back in exactly 10 minutes. I
> am going to turn over and 'forget' to put my top on when I roll
> over. I want to hear his reaction," Natalie was plotting now,
> probing for his weaknesses.
>
> "Ok, Ok, I will ring you back in 10 minutes, I gotta take a shower
> after I stretch, I feel disgusting watching that dork-faced perv, ciao
> Natalie."
>
> Natalie clicked her phone closed. It took all of her will power not to
> look up at the sicko. She put her phone on the small table and slowly,
> purposefully straightened her thong with her perfectly manicured hand,
> knowing this would send shudders of pleasure through his body. As she
> ran her index finger down the crack of her ass to smooth out her
> bikini, she could almost feel the eyes of the worm on her, but instead
> of feeling violated, she cataloged the event and promised herself that
> he would pay for each and every little infraction. "Losers like him
> deserve to pay," she pondered, "because lets face it, its all he is
> good for and he would never have a chance with me in my world." Oh
> how his little fantasy world will soon come crumbling down around him,
> and she would be there to watch it all with a perfect smile on her
> face!
>
> "Just you wait, geek-breath," she thought to herself, "it wont be
> long until these manicured fingers are tugging you by your hard-on
> right over the edge, right into my trap..." she smiled outwardly as
> she continued to browse through Cosmo, looking forward to the days that
> would lie ahead.
>
> As she rested herself on her elbow and marveled at how amazing her
> chest looked from this angle, her phone rang. She looked over at it,
> it was her roommate.
>
> "Hi Natalie, its not been 10 minutes, but I just glanced over to his
> apt and he looks close to exploding. I didn't want to ruin your
> prank. God he looks like a fucking zombie, I can see his shoulder
> pumping up and down, ugh, so pathetic!"
>
> "Well then he is going to love this! I wish I could see the
> expression on his face! I cant wait to see the video! Am I a genius
> or what?" Natalie mused.
>
> "A genius or insane, I don't know which."
>
> "Trust me, once we have him trapped, you are going to be calling me
> Einstein." Natalie joked.
>
> Before her roommate could react, Natalie slowly, and with not a hint of
> malice, rolled over onto her back, still holding the phone to her ear,
> pulling her hair back with her other hand. Arching her back while
> laying back down on the lawn chair, Natalie purposefully exposed her
> perfect, enormous breasts to the loser in the apartment, hoping for a
> reaction. If he was a breast man, her plan would move along so much
> more smoothly and quickly. She marveled to herself how easy it was to
> make even the toughest boys do what she wanted when they got up close
> to her chest. But guys who were into boobs, well, they were like her
> pet monkeys or better yet, like her puppets, and oh how she loved to
> make them dance!
>
> "OMG Natalie, you aren't going to believe what just happened,"
> her roommate sounded stunned. "Holy shit! Oh my God!
> Haaahahahahaha" and she started laughing uncontrollably.
>
> Natalie smiled, she didn't need to say a thing. She knew at that
> moment, he was going to be all hers, and might be the easiest catch
> yet. Soon those sperm filled balls of his would be in her hand and she
> would yank on them as hard as she wanted. She really wanted this one
> too; he had a lot of potential. She had gone through his mailbox when
> the postman came to deliver the mail a few weeks ago and she got a look
> at some of his letters. The postman, after getting a look at her
> chest, wouldn't have cared if she had gone through every mailbox in
> the mailroom. Natalie smiled and showed him her ample cleavage as she
> went through the geek-boy's mailbox. From what she saw, she gathered
> a lot of information about him, information that made her decide to
> trap him. He would be worth it in the long run, she noted, and set her
> plans in motion. And now she was taking the first big step to ensnare
> him.
>
> Her roommate's laughter subsided enough for Natalie to understand
> what she was trying to say. "Oh God Natalie, you missed it, he shot
> his load so hard, some of it splashed up onto the window and he kind of
> blacked out or lost his balance or something and fell forward into the
> window, smashing his face into his sticky, disgusting load, then fell
> down the side of the wall! He's suck a fucking LOSER!" and she
> started laughing again.
>
> Natalie was smiling and laughing as well, and if the peeping tom had
> been conscious and staring down at her, not only would he have enjoyed
> Natalie's bouncing chest, he would have also noticed the damp spot
> clearly visible now in her bikini. Oh yes, she was turned on, visibly
> excited, buzzing on a natural high, at just the thought of her soon to
> be new pet accidentally smearing his face in gobs of nasty white goo.
>
> "Oh Mai, that's so funny! I am so glad we started videotaping
> these tanning sessions, you always have such good ideas... And just
> you wait. If you thought that was amusing now, once I have him by the
> balls, well, lets just say he will beg and plead with me to be allowed
> to shoot all over his own face. Trust me, this pig is going to be
> fucked, good, long and harder than I have ever fucked anybody over
> before!"
>
> "Even more than pig-breath?" Mai asked, hoping Natalie would go
> through with her threats.
>
> "Pig-breath got off easy, our new play-thing will wish he had never
> seen me sunning myself. I can assure you of that." The tone in
> Natalie's voice was both ominous and excited, betraying her lust and
> thirst for power over this poor excuse for a man.
>
> Pig-breath, who Mai had mentioned, had been her English professor. He
> was a real arrogant bastard. He enjoyed failing students and
> intimidating them in front of the class. Natalie and Mai both had him
> first semester of their freshman year. She noticed his eyes would
> always wander to her chest. As she usually does, Natalie kept track.
> She kept score of every offence, every glance, every leering look, and
> then, wearing a tight angora sweater and a short skirt, she used an
> after-class meeting to blackmail him into giving her and Mai an A for
> the semester and also provided them with endless hours of amusement
> back at their off campus house they were renting at the time. But that
> was ancient history. Now Natalie had a new target in her sights...
>
> ... ... ... ... ... ...
>
> My ankle hurt. I had twisted it. I was hoping she would turn over.
> Its all I could think about when she was laying out. Every time I
> always hope that will happen. She never ever has turned over topless,
> however. Well until today, and I came so violently upon seeing her
> turn over, I kind of blacked out. I don't remember exactly what
> happened. Somehow I wound up with my own cum on my face, which was
> completely disgusting. I woke up and prayed she had not heard or seen
> my collapse. My forehead had a bump on it- a big egg to be more exact.
> I must have really whacked it on the window sill or something, but the
> pain was worth it. The sight of her chest, so perfect, so undeniably
> real and natural, and in their perfect form would be worth a lot more,
> the bump on my head - eh, I will live. What a bonus, too - they were
> tan, completely tan. That had not escaped my notice, despite the
> unexpected turn of fantastic events, her firm, tanned chest was burned
> into my memory. Then everything went black, but her perfect chest I
> will never forget.
>
> It was later that evening, and I was having some soup for dinner. It
> always calms me down, and after a scare like today, I needed to relax.
> My ankle was wrapped and while I didn't need crutches, I definitely
> was favoring it when I walked. The huge lump on my forehead looked a
> lot worse than it felt, but it was a good excuse to stay in for the
> night. I was just about to start eating when the door bell rang. I
> hopped over to the door, wondering who the heck would be visiting
> unannounced on a Saturday night. I opened the door and lost my
> balance, almost falling over when I saw her in front of me... at my
> DOOR!
>
> I must have looked like a fish out of water, I tried to get control of
> myself and not act so flustered but it was difficult, the girl I had
> been tugging myself into space with in my head was now at my door. I
> wasn't sure what to say. She took care of that problem.
>
> She was smiling, almost as if the cat had swallowed the canary. Her
> knowing grin made me uneasy, she knew she was hot, of course she knew
> that. But it felt like she knew something else. Like she could see
> right through me. Almost as if, well, it would be impossible, but
> almost as if she could read my mind.
>
> "HI, I am Natalie, from the other side of the building, my friends
> call me Nattie, you can too if you want. I think some of your mail got
> in my box, and I wanted to make sure you got it." She smiled and
> held out three letters. Thank god none of them were porn-related. I
> subscribed to DDI, Skin Two, and Secret, three fetish/fashion
> magazines. All very kinky, but still tasteful. Anyhow, I was spared
> that embarrassment but then she said something after I thanked her for
> the mail and gazed up into her eyes.
>
> "Aww, you poor thing, you really bumped your head..." she trailed
> off and grinned, and I felt that she could read my mind again. I must
> have turned white, what was going on here?
>
> She reached out to touch the bump on my head and that's when I
> realized how tall she was. I was about 5'7, but in her heels, she
> had to be almost 6 feet tall, a good five inches taller than me. When
> she bent forward to examine the bump on my head, the view of her
> cleavage was enough to immediately produce a thick hard-on. I was
> staring down into heaven as her manicured finger poked the lump on my
> head. Not very gently I might add, almost as if she was inspecting it,
> the way a scientist inspects an insect or other lower form of life.
>
> " What happened, it looks painful and so big! You should put some
> ice on it, if it swells anymore, well, it might explode." And she
> giggled at her own joke while looking down at me, catching me with my
> head practically in her cleavage, noticing my hard on, which made me
> wonder if she was talking about ice for my head or for my crotch.. I
> looked up in time to see her grin change for a second, almost as if she
> was reminding herself of something, I felt guilty, like she was noting
> my lecherous offense of devouring her cleavage, as if she was saving it
> for later. Its how my babysitter used to look at me right before she
> would take me over her knee and spank me until I cried. That was an
> odd flashback...
>
> I stuttered and stammered to explain how I fell, I was at a complete
> loss. She took pity on me and pressed on.
>
> "You know, I have a friend who is studying to be pre-med, maybe she
> could check out your head and your ankle. You never know, sometimes it
> takes a day for the injury to really set in"
>
> "Oh that's really nice but I think I will be ok, thanks for the
> mail," I was nervous but getting my composure back. Thank god, I had
> almost lost it there.
>
> "Well, promise me that if you don't feel better soon, you will come
> over to my apartment, I can call my friend and she'll come over and
> examine you." She gave me a serious look. And the way she said
> 'examine' made my cock jump in my pants. Was she making a pass at
> me? Am I so stupid that I cant even communicate with her?
>
> "I promise if it's not better by tomorrow, I will drop by your
> place and at least say hello. That was very thoughtful of you to bring
> my mail over, would you like to come inside for a drink?" I reached
> down, grabbed my stones and took a leap off the cliff. I had to ask
> her inside my apartment, I may never talk to her again, this was,
> potentially, a once in a lifetime opportunity. I had to go for it.
>
> "Wow that's so nice of you! You know, I don't have any more
> class today... only just for a little bit, is that ok?" she asked as
> she slid by me into my apartment. Wow, she was in my apartment! I
> couldn't believe it! I was so excited I forgot I had been about to
> eat dinner! Ha! I ran over to the kitchen and put away everything I
> had been cooking as fast as I could while making her a drink. She
> liked cosmos, so while she walked around my apartment commenting on
> pictures and things, I made her drink and also cleaned up the soup I
> had been making. I didn't want her to feel as though she was
> interrupting me, I was doing everything possible to keep her here and
> make her comfortable.
>
> After a few minutes I emerged from the kitchen and found her on my
> couch. My mouth was still dry and my heart was racing. I handed her a
> drink and sat next to her.
>
> "I am not drinking alone am I?" she raised an eyebrow and then
> giggled at me, obviously aware of my nervousness I thought I had been
> concealing. She was sharp, she didn't miss a beat.
>
> I smiled and laughed and hurried off to the kitchen. When I came back,
> she had already figured out my stereo and had cued up one of my
> favorite albums by the Animals. We sat back on the leather couch and I
> tried to make small talk with her. She played along but I could sense
> she was searching me, looking for something. I couldn't figure her
> out yet. Yes, she was here in my apartment, but what was going through
> her mind?
>
> Before I had finished my drink with her, House of the Rising Sun began
> and crept out of my stereo like a green, thick fog, the guitar intro
> and the baritone vocals creating an eerie backdrop to our conversation.
>
>
> "Oh I just love the keyboards in this song" she looked away
> dreamily at the stereo. "It reminds me of something out of the past
> that, well, how do I put it, something that just is uneasy or not quite
> right." She looked over into my eyes when she said the last part.
> Not smiling, her penetrating eyes going deep into my soul. I started
> to feel weak and helpless again. I was trying not to look down at her
> chest, but with what she was wearing it was practically impossible not
> to look. She had on a light blue 'wife beater' t-shirt that was
> cut off to show her tan stomach. Splashed onto the shirt in pink was
> the word "Princess." She noticed me look down to read it and I
> swear I think she arched her back a little to thrust them out to me for
> a better view. I was in heaven and in hell, trying to keep my sanity
> about me with this vixen in my place.
>
> "Its an organ," I blurted out, saying anything to keep into the
> conversation and get some control of it back.
>
> "What organs?" she looked at me, slightly unsure what the heck I
> was talking about and then gave me a puzzled look.
>
> "They didn't have keyboards back then, only pianos and organs. I
> believe the Animals, like the Doors, used a Moog organ, that's what
> gives it that haunted flavor." I took a deep breath and tried to
> reconcile the situation and at the same time keep pace with her. But
> it was obvious I was in over my head. I wished to god I hadn't
> poured myself such a big glass of scotch, I was feeling a bit woosey.
>
> "Oh that's interesting, I didn't realize you were so... old..."
> she trailed off and looked at me, her smile was almost a mocking one.
> What could I do but laugh? Ofcourse it was obvious I was twice her
> age. What was not obvious to me was why she was here. What was it
> that made her so eagerly accept my drink offer. Well before I knew it
> we had both had a few drinks, and then she suggested shots of tequila.
> Confidence from the liquor was coursing through my veins like
> adrenaline. I was gung-ho for the shots. Bring them on! We were next
> to each other on the couch tossing back Mexican fire water like it was
> running out of a hose. I was really feeling good, like maybe, just
> maybe I could score with this girl! She knew how to party and I was
> game, but after a few shots, it really began to hit me and I decided I
> had better hold off on any more.
>
> "Come on, don't wimp out on me, lets do more shots, you know you
> want to, how can you refuse me!" she laughed and gave me her best
> pouty expression.
>
> "Nattie, you don't understand, I don't have the tolerance like I
> used to, these shots are hitting me really hard." I tried to beg off.
>
> "Hmmm... I would rub it in that you are being beaten by a girl, but I
> think that's nothing new for you, is it?" she looked at me, half
> seriously, and when I tried to say something instead she just hopped in
> my lap and took a full shot glass right up to my lips.
>
> "Are you sure you don't want another, old man?" she teased me,
> her face next to mine, as she slowly pulled down her tank top down and
> then placed the overflowing shot glass in between her perfect breasts..
>
>
> I am sure she could feel my hard on pressing on her from beneath my
> lap. I would also put money on the fact that she could feel it jump
> and hop when she positioned the shot in the heaven between her chest.
> I whimpered, audibly, and moved forward to take it out with my mouth.
>
> She pulled away, leaning back from me, "Ahhh ahh ahh, no more shots,
> you didn't want it, and now I don't know whether or not you deserve
> it... Look at me, my boobs dont have eyes but I do!" she grabbed me
> by the chin and held my stare.
>
> "If I allow you to do this shot, then you have to do something for
> me... hmmm, just what would you do if I allowed you to put your mouth
> right here" she indicated with her finger, "I bet you can come up
> with a good idea..." she looked at me, she wanted me to suggest
> something?
>
> "Um, I would, oh I would give you a massage foot massage for hours, I
> would make you feel so goo-" she slapped my face, rather hard, out of
> no where it came.
>
> "I didn't ask you what you would want to do TO me, I asked what
> would you do if I allowed you to take this shot. Stop thinking about
> what YOU want and focus on what I would want." Her eyes were sharp
> and I could tell she was serious, but did she have to slap me so hard?
>
> "Oh yes, sorry, um, I would... I would.. oh god I don't know!" I
> felt exasperated!
>
> "Think of something that would amuse me, come on you old cogger, how
> far would you go for this, or maybe I should say, how low would you
> go..." she was smiling again. Good, I didn't want her to leave.
> But what was she getting at? How low I would go?
>
> "I would, I would do anything you wanted." I blurted out like a
> moron.
>
> "Oh that's nice to hear, but not creative enough! If it were left
> up to me, well, you wouldn't want to know what I would ask of you, so
> you better pick something that entertains me or I am going to make sure
> you regret asking me to decide!" her breathing was making the shot
> glass move up and down, stretching her already strained shirt. I
> couldn't think at all.
>
> "I would, oh god, I don't know what to say... I would..."
>
> "Come on, spit it out already or I am leaving!" she corssed her
> arms and stuck out her chest, oh god I feel completely lost.
>
> "Ok, Ok, please don't go, ok look I would, I would get on all fours
> and and and bark like a dog for you, would that make you laugh?" I
> threw her the biggest curve I could think of and I saw her eyes light
> up.
>
> "Really? On all fours? And bark? Loudly, not just some tiny little
> yaps? Would you obey commands, like sit and beg?" she was clearly
> enjoying this. I couldn't stop dreaming of her chest surrounding my
> face.
>
> "Yes, yes, I would be your dog, I swear, I will bark and even sit and
> roll over if you wanted me to," I couldn't understand her but I
> didn't care, she was too beautiful for me and I felt my self slipping
> away.
>
> "Well then, why don't you come and get it, puppy, come and put your
> head right here," and with that she grabbed a hold of both of my ears
> and pulled my head, forcefully, in between her perfect breasts. They
> were warm and soft, she smelled like the ocean, her breathing was so
> close to my face and the heat from her body was giving me goose-bumps.
> Time seemed to completely stop.
>
> "Well, are you going to do the shot or what? I am not doing this for
> you to hang out and get to know my twins! Open your mouth wide and
> take that shot, what are you a man or a dog!" and with that quip she
> burst out laughing, her chest now brushing against my face up and down
> with each cackle. Oh God, that felt so good, I had to keep making her
> laugh to feel that. I did what just popped into my head. I started to
> bark -loudly- with my face pressed in a place I had only dreamt
> about.
>
> She really started laughing then, the shot glass sliding up and down
> and spilling some out on her chest. I watched the drops slide right
> down her cleavage and catch like dew on a flower at the bottom of her
> chest where the clasp on her bra held those gorgeous globes. If only I
> could slide down and catch that one little drop on my tongue. She was
> still laughing and the drop was swinging wildly, my head was vibrating
> and somehow she got her hand in, under my face, lifted the shot glass
> from her cleavage and poured the shot down my gaping mouth. God that
> burned like fire but I didn't care, it felt so good, I didn't want
> it to end. But without any warning, she pulled away and I fell forward
> on the couch and almost landed on my face.
>
> "OK, Now its my turn for a shot, here, let me sit on your lap while
> you pour it down my throat. That's it, oh wait, let me get my phone,
> I want to take a picture and send it to my friend Mai, she'll love
> it!" The shot went down so quickly and she was all over me while she
> did it, arms legs, breasts, face, hair, I was in ecstasy. We did about
> 3 more shots and with each one she took more pics and promised to send
> them to me. All of a sudden, in the middle of our mini-party her phone
> rang.
>
> "Oh hold on a second, its my friend Mai," she smiled and flipped
> open her phone. "Hey, were doing shots, come on over, you have to
> meet our neighbor! He's so sweet and he even wants to be my dog! He
> barked for me! And I plan on feeding him dogfood after a few more
> shots!" she winked at me and my expression must have said more than I
> wanted it to. Feed me dogfood? No way, that would be out of the
> question, but it seemed as though our party was going to come to an
> end.
>
> I could see something wasn't right, she was frowning and shaking her
> head No.
>
> "Oh come on, you can do it on your own, you don't need me there,"
> she was looking at me and I could tell she was upset.
>
> "Alright, alright, I'll be right there, make sure you bring the
> cage, ciao" and she snapped her cell closed.
>
> "Sorry Puppy, but I have to go help my friend take her cat to the
> Vet, she's got some sort of stomach problem. Don't ask me why she
> needs me there, but she's my best friend so I gotta run. What's
> your cell number? I will send you some of the pictures I took, I know
> you will like them!" she leaned over to ger her purse from the end
> table, her boobs now firmly pressing against my chest and neck, oh God
> I didn't want her to go. I gave her my number and before I knew it,
> she was up off my lap and shutting the door behind her. That was a
> whirlwind. Hell, the whole day was a bit crazy. One minute she's
> topless in the courtyard, and that night she's doing shots with me in
> my own apartment! I had to be the luckiest guy on the planet!
>
> My phone beeped about 2 minutes later, I looked down and true to her
> word she sent a few pictures. They were all pictures of her cleavage,
> and one of us together on the couch. Oh God, she knew how to make me
> crazy. I was a little tipsy but that didn't stop me from jerking
> myself off right there on the couch while drooling over the pics she
> had sent to me. My blinds were open but I could have cared less if the
> whole world was watching, I was so turned on and sexually frustrated.
> I came so hard it shot up over my shoulder and hit the wall, the rest
> splashing and pulsing onto my chest and stomach, covering me in a slimy
> mess. I literally laid back and passed out on the couch, dreaming of
> her scent and of her chest. I was in heaven.
>
> End of Part I
>
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